When Harry opened his eyes they were back in Voldemort's chambers. The Dark Lord immediately pulled his arm out of Harry's grasp as he quickly made his way to the large bed. He lifted Nagini's body over his head and gently placed her down.
'Nagini, can you hear me?'
Harry stood away from Voldemort, not knowing what to do. He wanted to help but also didn't want to get in the man's way. He couldn't understand if Voldemort was angry with him or not, either way he felt it best to stay silent and out of the way. Voldemort was staring down at Nagini, both were unmoving and silent.
Harry moved and sat on the window seat and began picking at the wood on his wand in silence. If something happened to Nagini it might be all his fault…
The boy looked up as Voldemort snatched the bone wand out of his robes and look towards him.
"You stay here."
Harry's stomach dropped- he could feel Voldemort's anger through the horcrux, he knew that whatever the man was planning it would end badly. "Wait! Where are you going?!"
"Stay here, Harry. I'll be back." Voldemort was already at the door when Harry jumped from his spot and ran towards the man, grabbing his robes.
"No! This is dumb, whatever you're doing is dumb! You're going to get hurt!"
The Dark Lord snatched his arm away, eyes burning red. "Let go of me boy. It's none of your concern."
"Listen to me!"
Harry froze, suddenly aware that he was provoking an already very angry Dark Lord. "I-I just don't want you to-"
Harry was cut off as he felt a sharp burn radiate in his cheek; he was suddenly looking at the opposite wall. He brought his hand to the side of his face in shock as he realized Voldemort had slapped him. Hard.
"Silence." Voldemort said through gritted teeth, barely keeping his anger in check.
The sting had brought tears to the boy's eyes as the two men stared at one another, daring the other to speak another word. It was then that Harry heard the same choking sputters as before.
Voldemort brushed past Harry as he made his way to the bed, this being the first time he had seen the seizure-like tremors travel through his horcrux. Harry stood by once again and watched as he rubbed the sting from his cheek, as well as from his chest. Why did his chest hurt so badly?
Finally he got the courage to speak, "You're going to ruin everything."
Voldemort didn't acknowledge the boy as he rubbed Nagini's head softly.
"Didn't you hear me? You're going to ruin everything! Everything you've worked for during this war! It'll all be for nothing if you run off and attack now."
Tensioned silence filled the room.
"You're so bloody stubborn. I know she's your horcrux and I know what that means for you… but you can't just run off and expect to slaughter The Order! It won't work, you and everyone else will be killed and you know it."
Voldemort continued to stroke Nagini's scales, which somehow seemed even paler than just a few minutes ago. Harry shook his head, "Whatever. You do what you want." He made his way back over to the window seat, looking out across the massive yard.
It was quiet in the room for a long time as Harry gazed out the window. Every once in a while he could hear Voldemort speaking softly in Latin, trying again in vain to heal his horcrux. Suddenly Harry felt a hand in his hair, pulling his head around, not roughly but certainly not gently either.
"You make me so angry." Voldemort growled in Harry's face.
"Get off!" the boy said, snatching Voldemort's hand away from his hair. He looked angrily to the man and could instantly tell the frantic insanity was long gone. "Only because you know I'm right."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed. Harry could tell the man was frustrated, but no longer furious. He knew Voldemort was thinking clearly now. "You broke my snake."
"Did not. It's not my fault and you know it, which also makes you angry because you can't blame anyone."
Harry made room as Voldemort sat gracefully upon the part of the seat not already occupied.
"So what are we going to do?" Harry asked.
"Yes, we. She's my snake too." Voldemort raised his nonexistent eyebrows. "I mean, well, that's not what I meant. I mean she's important to me. She's like my… I don't know. She takes care of me…" Harry finished quietly. "Do you really think it's Dumbledore?"
"I'm certain of it. Horcruxes are extremely strong pieces of dark magic, a normal wizard doesn't have nearly enough power to influence them. I'm almost positive Dumbledore has found another of my horcruxes and is using it to affect Nagini. It's the only explanation."
"I… I do not know." Voldemort forced out, obviously unused to saying such phrases. "All the pieces of my soul are connected, so it wouldn't be difficult to use one to affect, or in this case weaken, another."
"So… so what happens if we can't get to him in time?"
Voldemort looked at the boy, "And to think you didn't like her at one time."
"Yeah well, she still annoys me."
"Well it's something you two have in common."
Harry rolled his eyes and ignored the comment as his chest starting to sting again. "Ow…"
"What is it?"
"Nothing." Harry said as he placed his hand over his chest, the pain increasing.
"Tell me what's wrong." Voldemort demanded as he reached for the boy's hand.
"Ow no, don't touch me. I'm okay, my chest just hurts."
"I don't-" suddenly Nagini was convulsing again, the strange sounds coming from her throat. Voldemort was on his feet, looking between the other two in the room, not sure which to go to.
Harry was breathing heavily, his eyes screwed shut and his knees pulled to his chest. Why did it hurt so badly? Moments passed and the pain began to recede, almost as quickly as it had come. His muscles relaxed and he opened his eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah." He answered, feeling completely fine as if nothing had happened.
"How long has that been happening?"
"Um, just today. My chest hurt earlier in the training room, but then Nagini well, you know, and I forgot about it. It didn't hurt that badly before."
"What does it feel like?"
"I don't know. It just hurts, like my chest is burning on the inside."
"I think it's the horcrux inside of you. You and Nagini both started at the same time, ended at the same time. You said that earlier your chest hurt and Nagini started having a fit?"
"It's the connection between you, it has to be."
"Why don't you feel it then?"
Voldemort pondered for a brief moment, "Probably because my soul is so broken. There's not enough left."
"Oh," Harry said, looking towards Nagini lying on the bed. "Do you think Dumbledore is trying to hurt me too?"
"I doubt it, not yet at least. I think he's focusing on Nagini first which is why she seems to be in so much pain, and you're simply feeling the aftereffects from her."
"We have to stop him."
"I just, Dumbledore makes me so angry! He keeps hurting the people I care about! He allowed me to stay with the Dursleys, knowing I was being abused, he's hurting Nagini, you, he's been trying to kill me, he manipulates everybody. I'm just tired of it. I want him stopped."
"We'll stop him, little one. We'll take care of Dumbledore, your uncle and aunt, everyone who has hurt you. I promise."
"I feel like that shouldn't make me as happy as it does…"
Voldemort smirked, knowing Harry would be working with the Dark in no time. "They all deserve it, little snake, they all deserve it."